Chapter 18 #3
His fingers worked me with a confidence that should’ve pissed me off. Should’ve made me want to slap him. But all I could do was ride his hand, my breath coming in sharp gasps as he rubbed slow, deliberate circles, his thumb pressing just hard enough to make my vision blur.
“You’re close,” he murmured, his free hand sliding up to palm my breast through my shirt, his thumb finding my nipple, rolling it until I whimpered. “Aren’t you? Already so fucking close for me.”
“Yes, please—”
“Begging so pretty.” His teeth grazed my earlobe. “What do you want, Amanda? Tell me.”
“I want—” My voice broke. “I want you to fuck me, as Gorath.”
His grip on my hair tightened, yanking my head back as his mouth crashed onto mine again, his kiss bruising, possessive. “Not yet,” he growled against my lips. “Not until you come on my fingers like a good girl. Not until you’re dripping for me.”
And then his fingers were inside me, two of them, thick and rough, stretching me as he curled them just right, hitting that spot that made my back bow, made my nails rake down his arms. His thumb kept up its relentless pressure on my clit, and I was there, right there—
“Come for me,” he commanded, his voice a dark promise. “Come for me, and I’ll give you everything else.”
And I shattered.
Pleasure ripped through me, white-hot and brutal, my body clenching around his fingers as wave after wave of it crashed over me.
I cried out, the sound swallowed by his mouth as he kissed me through it, his free hand gripping my hip hard enough to bruise, holding me in place as I trembled against him.
When I finally came down, boneless and gasping, he pulled his fingers free, bringing them to his mouth. His eyes never left mine as he sucked them clean, slow and deliberate, groaning like I was the best thing he’d ever tasted.
“Fuck,” he muttered, his voice rough.
I should’ve had something to say. Something sharp, something to cut through the haze of need still thrumming through me. But all I could do was stare at him, at the way his lips were swollen from kissing me, at the way his pupils were blown with desire.
And then his hands were on me again, lifting me like I weighed nothing, setting me on the edge of the table. He stood between my legs, his big body crowding me, his hands gripping my thighs, spreading them wide.
My lips were still swollen from the kiss, my body humming with the aftershocks of the orgasm he’d just wrung out of me. Matt’s hands were still on me, one gripping my hip, the other tangled in my hair, holding me close like he wasn’t ready to let go.
His breath was hot against my neck, his beard scraping my skin as he exhaled. I could feel the ridge of his cock pressing against my thigh, thick and unyielding, still trapped in his jeans. He wanted more.
Fuck, I wanted more.
But not like this.
I pulled back just enough to meet his gaze, my fingers curling into the front of his shirt. His blue eyes burned into mine, dark with hunger, but there was hesitation there. Like he was waiting for permission. Like he was still holding back.
“No,” I breathed, shaking my head. “Not you.”
His brows twitched, confusion flickering across his face before his jaw tightened. His dark, Viking hair had something electric to it. He knew what I meant.
I leaned in again, my voice a rough whisper against his lips. “I want him.”
The words hung between us. Matt’s grip on my hair tightened, just for a second, before his fingers loosened. His exhale was rough, almost a growl. Then, his body shifted. Not just the usual surge of muscle, the bulking up of his frame. This was the change.
I barely had time to pull back before the air around him crackled, charged with the same energy that had lit up the desert when he’d first gotten his powers.
His skin darkened, shifting from sun-kissed tan to a deep, vibrant blue, like the heart of a flame.
His spine arched, his shoulders broadening, his chest expanding as his leathery hide thickened, the crystalline sapphire plates erupting from his back in jagged, gleaming ridges.
His neck elongated, his jaw unhinging with a wet, clicking sound, his teeth sharpening into glinting points. Four arms sprouted from his torso, each one corded with veins like steel cables, his fingers ending in claws that flexed against the air.
Gorath. Standing eight feet tall in front of me with four arms and in a beautiful blue sapphire color.
I didn’t even have time to take a full breath before he was there, looming over me, his glowing yellow eyes locking onto mine.
His nostrils flared, taking in my scent, and a low, rumbling sound vibrated in his chest. Not a growl.
Not a word. Something primal. Something that made my pulse spike and my thighs clench.
He grabbed me and spun me around. His cock entered my ass as he held me, having my feet dangle three feet off the floor. He thrust into me. He held my torso with two hands, using another hand to pull my hair and the other to wrap around my neck.
I moaned, my head tipping back as his grip sent a jolt straight to my clit.
"Fuck!" I yelled.
I could feel his cock throbbing like he was going to cum. He kept pushing deeper into me. When his orgasm started to pump, he let out an animalistic roar that sounded like half alien and half monster. Whatever it was, it didn't sound human.
He spun me to face him, with his big blue cock now entering my pussy. It happened so fast and rough, I screamed with tears of pleasure coming out of me.
Gorath didn’t answer. It was like he couldn't talk, not in this form.
Instead, his free hands moved at once. One gripped my ass, squeezing hard enough to bruise, his claws pricking into my skin.
Another tangled in my hair, yanking my head back so far, my throat stretched, my breath hitching.
The third slid between my legs, his palm pressing against the edge of my pussy, his fingers spreading me open like he was testing how wet I was.
I was dripping.
A guttural sound tore from his throat, his jaw unhinging wider, his tongue flicking out. It was thick, blue, and forked to taste the air between us. Then he pistoned his cock deeper into me.
He kept fucking me while I was airborne, lifted like I weighed nothing, my back slamming against the nearest wall.
The impact knocked the breath out of me, but before I could even gasp, Gorath was on me, his body pressing mine into the concrete wall, his cock, a monster of ridged, veined blue flesh, already weeping pre-cum, grinding against me.
His hands were everywhere: one gripping my throat, another ripping at my thighs, the third pinning my wrists above my head.
I screamed.
Not in pain, in pleasure, my back arching off the wall as his fingers pounded into me, his palm slapping against my clit with every rough stroke.
His touch was brutal, his fingers stretching me wide, his claws dragging against my inner walls just shy of drawing blood.
I could feel how wet I was, how loose my pussy had already gotten from Matt’s earlier attention, my juices dripping down my thighs, soaking his hand.
Gorath’s roar shook the room, his jaw unhinging wider as he leaned in, his hot breath washing over my face.
His tongue lashed out, dragging up the side of my neck, tasting my sweat, my pulse.
Then his teeth closed on my shoulder, not biting down, just holding, his saliva dripping onto my skin as he fucked me with his fingers, his rhythm relentless.
I came with a broken cry, my body convulsing, my pussy clamping down around his fingers as my orgasm ripped through me. Gorath didn’t stop. He growled, the sound vibrating against my skin, and then he was pulling his fingers free, his cock replacing them in one brutal thrust.
No warning. No buildup.
Just him, thick, ridged, burning, splitting me open as he slammed into me from below, his hips pistoning upward as his hands kept me pinned to the wall.
His cock stretched me to the point of pain, the ridges dragging against my walls, his pre-cum mixing with my juices as he pounded into me.
His balls slapped against my ass with every thrust, the sound wet, obscene, the slap of flesh on flesh filling the room.
I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t think. All I could do was take it, my nails raking down his arms, my legs locking around his waist as he fucked me like he was trying to break me.
His cock swelled inside me, the ridges pulsing, and I could feel him throbbing, his orgasm building as he roared, the sound so loud it made my ears ring.
Then he moved again.
His hands shifted, one gripping my hip, the other wrapping around my waist, and then he was flipping me, spinning me around like I was weightless.
My chest hit the wall, my palms slapping against it for balance as Gorath yanked my hips back, his cock never leaving my pussy as he adjusted me.
His claws dug into my flesh, holding me in place as he slammed into me from behind, his cock pistoning into me with enough force to make it feel like my toes fell off me.
I screamed, my tits bouncing with every thrust, my ass jiggling as he pounded into me.
His cock bottomed out inside me, his balls slapping against my clit, the sensation so intense I could feel another orgasm building already.
Gorath’s roars were nonstop now, guttural, animalistic, his breath hot against the back of my neck as he leaned over me, his chest pressing against my back, his arms caging me in.
His cock swelled again, his ridges pulsing, and I knew he was close.
I could feel it, the way his thrusts got sharper, more desperate, his hips stuttering as he fucked me harder, deeper.
His claws dug in deeper, his grip bruising, and I loved it.
I wanted it. I wanted the marks, the pain, the proof that he’d been here, that he’d used me like this.
He came.
We came.
I felt it the pulse of his cock, the heat of his cum flooding me, filling me up as he thrust deep and held me there, his cock twitching as he pumped me full.
His cum was thick, scalding, and it triggered my own orgasm, my pussy clamping down around him as I screamed, my body shuddering as I came again, my juices mixing with his cum, dripping down my thighs.
Gorath didn’t stop.
He kept fucking me, his cock still hard, still throbbing as he pounded into me through my orgasm, his cum leaking out around his shaft with every thrust. His roars turned rougher, more desperate, and I could feel him building again, his cock swelling inside me as he fucked me like he’d never get enough.
And I let him.
I took it, my body convulsing with another orgasm, then another, my pussy gushing around his cock, my juices soaking both of us as he used me, his strength overwhelming, his cock unrelenting.
The room was a mess the wall cracked where my body had hit it, the floor slick with our fluids, the air thick with the scent of sex and sweat.
Gorath’s roars filled the space, his body tensing again as he came a second time, his cum filling me up until it dripped out of me, running down my legs. His grip on me tightened, his claws pricking my skin as he held me there, his cock pulsing inside me as he emptied himself.
Then, finally, he stilled.
His breath was ragged, his chest heaving as he lowered me to the ground, his cock slipping free with a wet pop.
Cum gushed out of me, dripping onto the floor, my pussy swollen and achy from how hard he’d fucked me.
I could feel him inside me, his cum leaking out with every step as I tried to stand, my legs shaking.
Gorath loomed over me, his yellow eyes burning into mine, his chest rising and falling as he watched me. His cock was still hard, still glistening with our mixed fluids, and for a second, I thought he’d take me again.
But then, his form rippled.
The blue faded from his skin, his body shrinking, his crystalline shell retreating as his jaw clicked back into place. His arms reduced to two, his claws retracting, his muscles softening as he changed back.
Matt stood before me, naked, his cock still half-hard, his chest heaving. His eyes were wild, his beard wet with sweat, his body covered in scratches from my nails, his hands marked with the evidence of where he’d gripped me.
He didn’t say a word.
He didn’t have to.
I knew.
And fuck, that was more incredible than I could have imagined.